Susan Casey

Susan Casey

Susan Casey, MSW is a Licensed Mental Health Clinician who currently works as the National Director of Communications for Providence Service Corporation (PSC). Susan completed her Masters of Social Work degree in 1996 from the University of New England. She completed her Masters of Fine Arts in Fiction Writing in 2009 from the University of Southern Maine’s Stonecoast low-residency program. Throughout the past 18 years Susan has worked in hospice, and in in¬patient and home-based settings with adolescents with severe behavior and mental health issues. Additionally, Susan has been teaching a therapeutic writing class for incarcerated youth for the past several years to both inform her novel and to help these young women heal from their traumatic experiences. Susan is currently seeking representation for her YA novel, Here’s the Truth. To date, excerpts from Here’s the Truth have won awards in the following contests: Maine Writers and Publishers Alliance Literary Contest: Honorable mention in Novel Excerpt category; Green Rivers Writers National Literary Contest: First Place in Novel Excerpt category ; PEN/Nob Hill Soul-Making Literary Contest: First Place in the Novel Excerpt category. Currently, Susan is finishing up her second novel, The Butterfly Girl. Both Susan’s professional and creative work have been guided by her deep belief that every individual has a purpose and inherent strengths and deserves the opportunity to reach their own unique potential. Susan works with kids, incarcerated youth, and adults to help them identify their deepest passions to live a full and thriving life. Susan lives in Maine with her two golden retrievers, Indy and Maisey and her husband, Steve.

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Open the Door, Welcome Joy

“Twinkling lights, horse-drawn carriages and the Sugar Plum Fairy all aglow. Evergreens and mistletoe, and Gingerbread houses lined in a row. Stockings hung by wood stoves, dogs curled up on […]

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What No One Ever Told Me About Grief

Last Valentine’s—that rose-scented, chocolate-infused day, God reached a hand down, scooped my brother’s soul in his Godly palm without asking if we were ready, if Rocky was ready, to transition […]

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When it’s Grief, Not Depression

One sleepless night, I tiptoed down the stairs, slipped outside and stared up at the low-hanging moon, so close to me it looked as if it had been pinned against […]

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